What is it about a poem

that wakes you up at night

It hovers and whispers

even though it’s not yet light


Exhausted bones groan

Wearily – I moan

No pen or paper today

please…. please go away


Another one takes its space

as if auditioning for a place

“Not today,” I sigh,

surely another poet is nigh?”


Amid sulky whispers they fly

voices fading – by and by

Sleep’s pendulum begins to sway

As I groggily ponder,

What was it they wanted to say“?

©Vivian Zems

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